The Bad Doctor

If you were anywhere near his door
 You saw it swing open and you heard the moon roar
 Trying to yank herself right out of her orbit
 The whole natural world painted red, just like a target
 It was a cold dark day
 With low clouds standing in the way
 And the stars jockeying for position
 On the slow thick morning of the death-dealing physician
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 And you could feel his features in the air
 A wide smile and perfect hair
 He had complete control of the rising tides
 And a medicine bag hanging at his side
 It was a cold dark day
 With low clouds standing in the way
 And the stars jockeying for position
 In the flowing blue world of the death-dealing physician
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 And the rain came down like water from a faucet
 I saw him at the crossroads, but I never saw him cross it
 One minute he was on this side
 And the next he was over on the other
 So went his rounds, one sad patient after another
 It was a cold dark day
 With low clouds standing in the way
 And the stars jockeying for position
 In the crushed velvet world of the death-dealing physician
 It was a cold dark day
 With low clouds standing in the way
 And the stars jockeying for position
 In the impossibly large office of the death-dealing physician
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